Chapter
13
A Serialized Story of the
Not So Distant Future
July 5, 2005
Part Thirty Four
When Sam got home that night he was surprised to find that Martha wasn't all that upset. All she said was that she was glad he was alright and she went back to bed.
Sam was too wired to sleep. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels but there was nothing on. He went up to his room and tried laying down, but he just lay there wide awake. He felt weirdly anxious, he couldn't put his finger on it until he saw Gaby's picture on his dresser.
He had cheated on Gaby! Or had he? The nature of their relationship had changed over the last ten years. They still loved each other, but there had been no romantic aspects, nothing more than polite kissing ever since the accident. Still, Sam felt terrible, he had completely forgotten Gaby in the afternoon's excitement, and if he saw her tonight...
Well, he knew why he was awake at least, not that it was helping him any. He tried turning on the radio but music was only adding to his inner turmoil. He switched to AM and scanned through the stations.
"Satan pretends to be a humanitarian!" Thundered a preacher's voice... "...sometimes it's not enough to turn the other cheek..." "...the current financial bubble is either days or weeks away from bursting, the Dow should not be at 20,000 points..." "...we're here with retired Colonel Donald Thames who is talking about psychic warfare in the US." Sam paused on that one.
"Colonel Thames was the director of Operation Soft Touch in the 80's and 90's until it was canceled in 1991 by the first Bush administration. Operation Soft Touch was a highly classified group of Remote Viewers who were used to see locations where we had little or no access to information. Most of you know that Colonel Thames is a frequent guest on "Planet X," offering us remote viewing predictions from his now private company of remote viewers. He has in my opinion, demonstrated an uncanny success rate. Tell me Colonel, what percentage of your predictions have come true.
"My critics say that I have about a 65% accuracy rating, but by my own estimates it's more like 95% with a handful of events that have not yet come to pass."
"When you say not yet come to pass, you mean you believe these events will still happen?"
"Yes. The most difficult aspect of remote viewing is fixing an exact time on the event. It's very rare that you see a newspaper or something else with a date on it which gives you a set timeline. There are several events I have forseen, most notably an asteroid or comet impacting the Pacific ocean and causing damage on a planetary scale."
"But tonight" the host said, " you are here to tell us about a new development in psychic warfare in the United States."
"That's right Marlin. It's come to my attention that when Operation Soft Touch was canceled, a new unit was already being formed. Apparently, this unit was even more top secret than my own, and the 'powers that be' were concerned that my unit would sense their operation."
"And, is that what has happened?" Marlin asked.
Colonel Thames chuckled, "yes that is exactly what happened. My own private group has been trying to perceive upcoming terrorist activity, and we've come across several layers of activity. There are multiple groups operating within the continental United States, most of them are domestic, but there are at least two Chinese groups and this new US Military group we discovered."
Sam was glued to this conversation, apparently Chapter 13 might not be as invisible as they thought.
"Now, how exactly did you discover the existence of all of these groups?" Marlin asked, "do you see them operating when you're remote viewing or is there something other means of perceiving them."
"What clued us in," Colonel Thames answered, "was when we perceiving shadowy, ghost like forms interacting around major events."
"Such as..."
"The Washington Monument destruction was the first event, one that you have noted on your show, my group did not forsee. It's my belief that this event was manipulated by one psychic group, while still another worked to evacuate the Monument."
"I'm going to have to stop you here as we are on the top of the hour, so we'll have to pick this up after the news." Marlin said.
As the news came on, Sam thought back to the destruction of the Washington Monument. Pamela had picked up on the plane hitting the monument only minutes before it happened. Rose had appeared on the top floor, warning people that they had to evacuate, when a guard tried to arrest her and passed right through her, he began clearing out the tower. He never reported what really happened but only stated that there was an erratic woman in the observation deck, and ordered the tower emptied.
There was nothing they could do to stop the plane, Peter said that the pilot was hallucinating in some way and that he couldn't be reached. Sam still felt an odd sort of disconnection to these pre-waking memories as if he were an observer rather than a participant.
He had almost drifted off to sleep when the news finished and the show returned.
"Welcome back to Planet X. I am your host Marlin Graves and we are speaking with Colonel Donald Thames about psychic terrorist groups operating here in the U.S. as well as a new, ultra secret spy group, which I presume was the group which you say evacuated the Washington Monument."
"Actually, no. It's a little more complex than that." Colonel Thames said. "The domestic group, and we're only assuming they are domestic by their appearance and speech, but we freely accept that this could be a ruse. Anyway, the domestic, non-military group appears 4 minutes before the plane crash, and begins evacuating the Monument."
"And they did this how exactly?"
"You've probably heard the stories of the crazy woman who said there was a bomb in the Monument, and the Security guard who ordered the Observation Deck cleared only minutes before the blast."
"Yes, both the guard presumably the woman were killed in the crash, but the woman's body was never recovered." Marlin said.
"That's because she wasn't physically there. She was able to project a three dimensional image of herself, a gift which is very rare, I've only seen it once in all my years of psychic research."
"I'm sorry Colonel, but that is a little hard to swallow. How do you know that this person was not really there?" Marlin asked.
"I've had three remote viewers confirm that this woman was non-physical. It became obvious when the guard tried to restrain her and his arms passed right through her."
"Right through her! Well, I guess that would confirm it for you." Marlin's tone was a little incredulous. "Now, you said that this was the domestic group, where was this new military group during this time?"
"I don't know." Colonel Thames said, "but I'm convinced that an individual psychicly attacked the pilot of the plane, causing him to hallucinate and lose control of the craft."
"Whoa! That's an awful lot to swallow. I've heard the FAA tapes of the pilots final message, he was yelling 'Justice for Allah!' in Arabic." Marlin said, his normally calm demeanor seemed to be fading.
"Those tapes were forgeries, the man flying that plane was Caucasian." Colonel Thames said.
"Umm, your treading into the conspiracy theorists territory now. I know that some researchers have claimed that the pilot who took off from Pennsylvania was a white man named Steven Cox, but all the documents filed in the airport and the registered owner of the plane was one Harold Abdul Hussan, an American citizen of Arabic descent and a man who frequently made contributions to terrorist front charities in the Mid East."
"Those claims are correct Marlin, there never was a Harold Abdul Hussan. His identity was entirely concocted. This is the reason why I suspect the party responsible for his death was the U.S. government group. I believe that this new group of psychics are not just remote viewers, but are actual operatives using their abilities to fufill one of the Alphabet agencies agendas."
"Colonel, I'm sorry to say that there is no way I am going to buy into this. There is far too much here for any reasonable person to swallow..."
Sam drifted off to sleep at this point and quickly found himself sitting next to Gaby on the bed. The fact that they were passing through part of Sam's leg should have bothered him, but didn't.
"Heavy stuff." Gaby said.
"Yeah, this guy must be somewhat legit, because he saw Rose in the Washington Monument, but what really grabbed me was his description of the pilot, it sounds like what happened to me."
"Could be," Gaby said, "but it's not really a surprise that the forces in the government were behind your attack. If they've identified you as the 'anti christ' they're likely to come after you again."
"Hey." Sam said, "I've got something to tell you."
"Yeah, you met someone. I know." Gaby said.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"It's alright Sam, I know we've never really said anything after the accident, but after I died, I knew that part of our relationship was over. I still love you, but it's not romantic love, I'm not sure if I can be passionate in this state, to be honest it just doesn't seem important to me right now."
"I don't know what to say." Sam said, "I feel like you're breaking up with me."
Gaby smiled. "It's a conversation we should have had a long time ago, but I figured you'd know by the way our behavior changed."
"So, you're ok with this?" Sam said.
"Yeah, I'm happy for you Sam. I wouldn't want you to be alone all your life."
"But you're still here." Sam said, "I see you almost every night."
"But not every day. It's better to think of us as just friends Sam, really."
They hugged for a minute and then Gaby said, "we have to meet the others, Pam had a vision concerning the plague, it breaks out in California."
They rose up from Sam's room and following Gaby's lead they flew across country to the Pacific coast in less than a second. They landed in a small city that Sam could only describe as ugly. There was a thick combination of fog and haze obscuring the Moon, from the ground the nearly full Moon looked blood red.
Pamela was already there, along with Peter and Pandora, but that was all, apparently Zeba and Rose had not yet arrived.
"Welcome to Santa Carlita, the murder capitol of California." Pamela said, "this is the county hospital and from what I can tell, Ground Zero for the mystery illness."
"What exactly can we do?" Sam said.
"To be honest, I don't know." Pam said, "I think we should just observe the place as much as possible, hopefully we'll see something weird before it all starts."
Zeba came in, and they spread out moving through the various floors of the hospital. There was lots of activity, apparently Santa Carlita had a large gang problem, there were several young men in the ER with bullet wounds and a small army of police watching over both them and the hospital entrances.
It took less than an hour to move through all the floors of the hospital, but there was nothing obviously wrong in the place. Sam wasn't sure what they expected to find. Sam felt his body pulling him backward and the group decided to call it quits for the night.
He got up and went to the bathroom, then went back to bed. It was about 5 am, so he dropped back into bed and slept. He heard his Mom getting up for work, but made no effort to get up himself. He slept soundlessly for the next 4 hours.
Sam woke up later on when he heard the front door opening. He through on some sweat pants and walked to the stairs, he met Robbie about halfway down the stairway. The look on Robbie's face said that he was not here just to say hello.
"Hi Robbie." Sam said.
"Are you out of your fucking mind Sam? Did you get brain damage when you were in that coma?"
"Possibly." Sam smirked.
"If it wasn't for me, you'd be rotting in a federal prison right now, and not one of the nice ones. You've been hanging around with terrorists Sam, FUCKING TERRORISTS!"
"My friends are not-"
"THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS!" You idiot! That guy they call Fix is a computer hacker! He's got a record Sam, a RECORD! He's done two years for breaking U.S. security codes."
"In this day and age I'm surprised that everyone doesn't have one."
"You're an idiot." Robbie paused to cough, his lungs and throat sounded terrible. "I'm not protecting you anymore Sam. If you get picked up again, you're on your own. So don't blame me if you find yourself living in a military prison in the Phillipines or Nicaragua. We have them in lots of places where nobody asks any questions."
"The fact that you know this, and go along with it, is more disappointing to me than you can imagine." Sam said softly.
"You really don't get it do you? We had 40 years of nambi pambi peace loving, tree hugging America. That ended on 9/11, and as if that wasn't enough you're own hippy kind was attacked on July 4th, and yet you people still stand there with idiotic smiles on their faces, painting Peace signs and undermining the moral fiber of this country!"
"I think you should go Robbie."
Robbie turned around and went back down the stairs. "You know Sam, they're not above taking family members. You want something to happen to Ma?"
"You can't intimidate me with this crap Robbie. There are still some laws in this land."
"Laws." Robbie sneered, "when laws get in the way of justice, it's time to throw them out the window."
"Will you listen to yourself? What the hell have you become?"
"A patriot Sam. I'm a patriot, and I know what it takes to defend my country." He walked out of the house slamming the door behind him.
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